Chapter 6
H.U.N.T.E.R
The ship was hit, but they skimmed into each other, sending them both into a spiralling decay of height.
Then everything went black
H.U.N.T.E.R (Human United Nations Tactical Eradication and Recon) was founded three years after the human planet of Korus was glassed. It was a unit of normal soldiers who were given incredible hunting, sniping, Guerrilla and covert training along with light augmentations, and was designed to find and return the other special units, Dead or alive. Spartan 131 Alexia was a member of H.U.N.T.E.R she was the only Ex-Orion to make it into the unit.
And now she had crashed a multi billion dollar prototype Ship onto an evacuated and semi-glassed planet.
The rest of the team included Sarah, who was an expert in close combat and fencing, Roman who was an expert sniper and any long range weaponry, Mia, who was an expert engineer, and Carl, who was the demolitions specialist who oddly enough doubled as the team medic.
Alexia was the first to wake. And immediately felt sorry for doing so. Her head felt like it had a thousand jackhammers beating away at the inside of her brain.
She wanted to slip back into the cosy unconsciousness she had been in not moments ago. And then she thought about the others.
If she was this bad with the genetic engineering, and the increased tissue and bone strength, this might have killed them.
She got up, slowly, and staggered through the wreckage of the Long Sword (which was more covenant technology than she would have liked) and checked each of their pulses.
They were alive, just unconscious. She breathed a sigh of relief with every person she checked, and then set herself to scavenging.
She counted three SA-15 classed sniper rifles, one case of C4, fifteen Mark IV grenades, three silenced Magnums, eight cases of ammunition for the snipers and magnums and a Spartan laser with only one shot. That was not including the katana or Bayonets they were carrying. She also found that although the radios were fried, the remainder of the MHQS (Military Head Quarters Set) was pretty much intact, and that the rations they had stored with it hadn't spoiled. She glanced at the others again,
"You guys will be out for a long time eh?" she said to herself, and got to work in setting up base camp.
On the other side of the half ruined city, the complete M.E.R.C unit was up and running, all except Boo-Boo, who was still unconscious, Adam, who was dead, and Roger who was in the ship. Each of them had bailed out of the Long-sword before it crashed into a non important looking office building, except for Roger, who they didn't see. They had also sent down a L.A.A.G warthog down with them, which was full of supplies with them. Always prepared as the scouts saying goes.
Just then, Boo-Boo woke, and groaned at the effort of doing so. "Glad to see your among the living again" said Silence, as he moved from the window to her.
"Bite me" she replied, "Where are we?"
Silence went back to his window and said,
"Looks like the beautiful city of Vertis on the D class planet Kerry. But its funny, the Covenant usually glass the whole planet, why would they leave a major city standing?" Ziizika replied as she looked up from a can of peaches.
Boo-Boo looked around the room, it wasn't very big, and contained a sofa, which was to the corner next to the door, four wooden chairs around a wooden table, which was pressed against peeling wallpaper, and the weapons which were laying on several crates in strategic areas around the room.
Jackal was "covering" the door, which is a nice way of saying he was asleep on the couch.
"Where's Roger?" she asked, pulling herself up from the ground and into a half crouch position… no one said a word.
Except for Jackal,
"He didn't make it" he said, and Ziizika just snapped.
"WE DON'T KNOW THAT. THE RADIOS DON'T WORK!" she yelled, throwing the peaches onto the ground.
"What's there to know Ziizika? He didn't come down with us, and we are in a bad enough way as it is!" Jackal said, sitting up.
"Here he comes now" said Silence pointing out the window at a limping frame at the edge of a war torn street. And everyone rushed to the window.
"See? I told you he was alright" said Jackal, which everyone ignored.
Alexia's squad was up inside of an hour, helping around the camp, which they had set up inside of a hotel, on the east side of the city. Roman walked up to Alexia,
"I thought you Spartans wore that MJOLNIR armour, why weren't you given any?"
Alexia looked at him, he was about her height, which was surprisingly tall for a man without genetic engineering, he had a brown eye on the right but had a blue electronic eye on the left side, which was complimented by a scar that ran down from above his eye to his cheek.
"I'm technically not a Spartan, I was enlisted to the program Orion and went through the training like a breeze, but I-" Alexia stopped in mid-sentence and let her head drop
"That's a story for another day Ro"
"Okay." Roman replied,
"I think Sarah might need a hand." Alexia Said. Just as she said it, Sarah dropped the munitions crate she had been carrying.
Roman watched and said, "I see your point"
As alexia watched, Roman walked over to Sarah and helped her and the crate up.
"Well I suppose Rome wasn't built in a day…"
Boo-Boo strapped the bandage to Roger's leg, and tapped it to re circulate the blood after the stitches had been placed. She had to cut deep into his leg because of a piece of shrapnel that almost hit the bone. Throughout the whole procedure, Roger didn't even flinch. Boo-Boo wasn't sure if that was because of the lack of feeling he may have gained or his almost superhuman strength and stamina. She packed up the remainder of the health pack back into a backpack.
She held her fingers close together, "You were millimetres away from loosing your leg Roger. You know that right?"
Jackal jumped from the window.
"Covies" he said. Roger looked at him blankly.
"One pain to the next" he said as he groaned while getting up.
"Do you think it was them that knocked us down?" Ziizika asked, rushing towards a M4A1 Carbine which was lying on the table.
"Maybe, we didn't exactly get a good look at them." Jackal replied, setting his sights on the lone figure of the jackal.
"I call dibs on this one" said Jackal angrily as he jerked the gun slightly above the sights. And then he fired. The bullet worked well, it smashed through the aliens head ending purple blood spraying against the wall behind it.
The jackal slumped to the ground. But from behind the wall two more Jackals came to investigate.
They looked at their dead comrade and at the window from where he was hit. And put two and two together.